Fisher had a smirk on his face that only older brothers were allowed. And since Ita was not his first younger subling, he had gotten plenty of practice using it. "It's Majors," he told her matter-of-factly. "And if you ever need to ruin something of mine, there's a CD in a shoebox in my closet that cannot be replaced ever. So go for that." He sipped his milkshake, knowing full well she would never do that to him. But little sisters needed ammunition, and they hadn't been related long enough for her to get some.
Ita looked stuffed. Well, could you blame her? She had eaten enough food to feed the football team! And now she looked like she could nap forever. "No falling asleep at McDonalds," Fisher scolded her. "I'm stil totally amazed that you managed to eat all that. I don't think I can even finish my second pie." Of course he was going to anyway. He would just feel uncomfortably full for the next half hour.
"Okay," he said, once the pie had been demolished. He looked at the litter of deliciousness before him, all wrappers and boxes and soiled napkins. "Now that the carnage is done, let's say we sit here for a good ten minutes and then head back to school?" He drumpled some paper and stuffed it into his Big Mac box. "Unless you have somewhere else you wanna go."